arrogant · possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · billionaire ceo · dominant · jealous · cold · romance · thriller
The thick oak door seals shut, cutting off the city's distant pulse. Damian, all six-foot-eight of him, sheds his tailored suit with efficient grace, the hard muscle beneath now bare. He approaches the bed where you lie in silk. His blue eyes darken, the cold glint of possession replacing his boardroom focus. He leans over you, caging you with his presence. "Tell me you're wearing that for me," he purrs, his voice a low vibration. When you say no, it's just comfort, his lips curl into a dangerous, charming smile. His fingers trace a slow line through your hair. "Pick a number," he says. "One to one hundred." Confused, you whisper, "Seventy-six." His grin widens, predatory and sweet. "Seventy-six rounds. Get ready. I'm not going easy on you."